Blue: Why do soap smell so good but taste so bad?
Yellow: The smell is from delicious perfumes that have been added to the soap. The taste comes from a myriad of chemicals and ingredients that are probably not safe to eat!
Blue: You're so smart! Wanna go out?
Victim: At this point, my coping mechanisms are probably worse than my actual problems.
Purple, watching Dark and Chosen fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?
Second, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.
Purple: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?
Dark: Second.
Chosen: Second.
Second: Me.
Red: If you are a game designer and you force me to kill wolves AND you have them make sad puppy noises, then I'm killing you.
Yellow: See, this never happens in spider solitaire for windows.
Ballista: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?
Agent: *crouches down*
Hazard: *sits on the floor*
Primal: *lays on the ground*
Ballista:
Ballista: I hate all of you.
Second and Dark:*Playing video games*
Chosen: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games?
Second: *silence*
Dark: *silence*
Chosen, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you?
Second & Dark in shame: Yeah...
Blue: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?
Yellow: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.
Blue: Okay yeah thanks Yellow, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?
Chosen: So I’m the only one around here who can clean up, huh? You can't even lift a finger?
Dark: Do I get to pick the finger?
Dark: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*
Dark: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.
Blue: A bicycle is the acoustic version of a motorcycle.
Yellow: What drugs are you on right now?
Blue: Yes.
Chosen: What do you have?
Dark: A KNIFE!
Chosen: NO!
Red: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-
Yellow: A doll.
Blue: A cinnamon roll.
Green: A sweetheart.
Red:
Red: ...stop it.
Dark: What is a hero without a villain? Useless.
Dark: What is a villain without a hero? Successful.
Second: So... What you're saying here is that we should all be villains?
Dark: Yes.
Red: Do you think different paints have different tastes?
Blue: They do.
Yellow: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?
Second, pointing out Dark's black clothes: Whose funeral is it? Dark, looking around the room: Hmm... Haven't decided yet.
Chosen: Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing.
Dark: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bitches.
Green: I think we can all agree I’m the ten amongst these threes.
Yellow: What did you guys get in your yearbook?
Green: 'Prettiest Smile'
Second: 'Nicest Personality'
Dark: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'
Chosen: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'
Blue: Yellow has no idea I’m high.
Yellow: You’re high?
Blue: Oh, I’m sorry.
Blue, leaning over to Green: Yellow has no idea I’m high.
Chosen: There's no way they like me back.
Yellow: Dark would throw themself in front of a moving car for you.
Chosen: Dark would throw themself in front of a moving car for fun.
Yellow: I am charging my phone in school secretly.
Yellow: Mastermind over here.
Chosen: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts.
Dark: Hey, Chosen.
Chosen: GODDAMNIT!
Green: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Yellow will and will not eat.
Red: Grass? Yes!
Green: Moss? Yes!!
Red: Leaves? Ohh, yes!
Green: Shoelaces? Strange but true!
Red: Worms? Sometimes!
Green: Rocks? Usually nah.
Red: Twigs? Usually!
Green: Blue's cooking? Inconclusive!
Second: How did you… test this?
Green: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.
Second: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.
Chosen: *sees someone doing something stupid*
Chosen: What an idiot.
Chosen: *realizes it's Dark*
Chosen: Wait, that's MY idiot!
Primal: Ballista is a little bitch.
Hazard: Why?
Primal: Number one, they're little. Number two, they're a bitch.
Dark: Quick! You must come with me! You're in great danger!
Second: Why?!
Dark: Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.
Blue: Last night I found out Yellow is a sleep talker.
Second: Oh, really?
Blue: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.
Chosen: I want to kiss you.
Dark, not paying attention: What?
Chosen: I said if you die, I won't miss you.
Dark: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind.
Dark: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months.
Dark: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year?
Chosen: This is Monopoly.
Chosen: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”